
I miss my dog Taz. I've seen quite a few dogs in korea so far and they alllll suck. I want to play with Taz. I want to roll on the ground with him, stuff my face in his chest, carry him around and do a pirouette on the kitchen floor in my socks, then dip him low and give him smooches. I want to chase him around the house, and then, when he least expects it, run away and let him think he's supposed to chase me. When we'd go for walks, I'd whisper his name just loud enough so he'd hear it and turn his head and look at me. Then I'd smile and wave at him. Ten or fifteen minutes later I'd usually pick his poop up too. A top ten activity in my life is coming home and being the first person to greet Taz after a few hours of him being home alone. I'd hide in the kitchen and wait for him to run down the stairs. He'd turn the corner to find me and go into his signature butt wiggle and bury his face in my chest. The end result was a fight/embrace on the floor. I miss him.
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